Some people get attached to a comfy pair of shoes, others get attached to a favorite T-shirt or a recliner. My husband? He’s attached to his pillow.
I’m not sure how long Kevin’s had it, but it came into our marriage with him almost 19 years ago and I think it was his dad’s pillow before that. So this pillow . . . well, it’s seen better days. Nevertheless, I did steal it for a while several years ago; It was firm and just the right thickness.
Several months ago, tragedy struck. The Pillow came up missing. I’ve looked high and low more than once, checking under every pillow case, in every closet. And still, no Pillow.
Kevin had the audacity to accuse me of throwing it away. I confess I considered it after watching an Oprah special on microscopic creatures and discovering that the Pillow was so heavy because of dust mite droppings. Ick. I think that’s when I bought an allergy-proof cover and gave his pillow back.
Kevin has tried every other pillow in the house and none of them measure up. Everything now gets blamed on the missing Pillow. Headaches, backaches, toothaches—all because he’s sleeping with an inferior pillow.
So, if anyone comes across a really heavy, king-sized, dust-mite infested pillow with an allergy-proof cover, can you please let me know? At the very least, the thing deserves a proper burial.